Spit Shine those Leather Shoes

I take you outside, my slave, knowing that my office leather shoes might need a thorough cleaning. It’s rainy, and there’s mud everywhere. Your mouth is going to keep the top and the bottom of my shoes perfectly clean. And you will drop to your knees, even in public, to ensure that I look sharp as always. I spit on those shoes and on your miserable face to make things even more dirty for you. All you get is a mixture of mud, dirt and spit while I shove my leather shoes in that face and own